Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Pole,
JFA,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.